Half an hour later...
At the entrance to the library, Riezel's group of four gathered together once more.
"The Box of Identification?"
Naisha held the Box of Identification Riezel had brought over, examining it as she spoke.
"This doesn't look like a product of modern Magic Alchemy Technology, does it, Your Highness?"
As she asked, Naisha handed the Box of Identification to Merlot beside her.
"It certainly isn't a product of modern Magic Alchemy Technology." Merlot casually took it and inspected it for a few moments before saying, "It doesn't seem to be made with Dwarven technology either. It is very likely a product of lost Magic Alchemy Technology."
"The raw materials of this box also seem to be some kind of extraordinary plant cultivated by the Treant Race." Belti craned her slender neck, looking at the Box of Identification alongside Merlot. "It seems the last wielder of the Sacred Sword Moslo had a very good relationship with the Treant Race. Not only did they possess the Sambian Tree, but they were also able to obtain such extraordinary plants from the Treant Race as materials for making tools."
Every word and action of the girls silently told everyone that this box was no simple object, and that what it contained was even less simple.
The only question was...
"Is what is inside what you have been searching for all this time, sir?"
Belti raised the crucial question.
Riezel had only one answer.
"I don't know." Looking at the box, Riezel said, "But if what is inside isn't it either, then I really don't know what else could be."
With the help of numerous Great Death Mages and the girls, Riezel had already searched nearly every conspicuous place in the library.
Yet until now, other than the Box of Identification before